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Diamond Soul

Such vaticĀ  love, a flood of light, an atticĀ  vat,Ā  the tree of life.
My karmicĀ  flame, the reign of stars, the ployĀ  of dreams, the
Soul ajar. And blood to heart, the spark of Tao, a sacred
Love, a dying vow. And cosmic charm, the arm of grace,
The pace of waves, a mystic face. My karmic flare, the rare
Of fate, a solemn chant, the brantĀ  of faith. And diamond
Soul, a precious lark,Ā  the art of Christ, a motion spark. And
Oaken oath, the growth of wings, aflame the heart, a mystic stream.

Such vatic love, a flood of light, an attic vat, the tree of life.Ā 
My karmic dance, the chance of gold, a vision bare, a gesture
Bold. And templeĀ  flame, the faneĀ  of ghosts, the pealĀ  of prayer,
A cultic pulse. My karmic chi,Ā  a sea of green, a lucky charm,
An elfin dream. And diamond soul, a precious lark, the art
Of Christ, a motion spark.Ā 

Vatic: related to prophecy.
Attic: the mind.
Vat: container for storing liquids.
Karma/karmic: actions resulting in good or bad results.
Ploy: tactic or tactics.
Brant: a goose; a trope for flight.
Lark: a type of songbird.
Temple: the human body.
Fane: another world for temple.
Peal: a loud ringing bell.
Chi: life force; energy.

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